Dollhouse { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

{ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 IV }

He glanced at Vladimir's body, as he chuckled. "It's a shame, really. He didn't even put up much of a fight. But I guess that's what happens when you owe me a debt, isn't it? You either pay up... or you pay the fucking price."

He motioned to one of his men, who immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab Etienne by the arm. The boy flinched at the rough touch as he stumbled back.

"No! No, please!" Etienne screamed. His back hit the wall, and he tried to push himself further away, his chest rising and falling in fear.

He watched the fragile boy screaming, amusement flickering in his icy gaze. "Scream all you want, doll," he said. "No one's coming for you."

"I thought you'd have figured this out by now," he said. "You don't get a choice, doll. You never had one."

"Please... don't take me mister..."

He ignored Etienne's pleas, watching the boy scream as if melody to his ears. He gestured for his men once more, and this time they didn't hesitate. Strong hands gripped Etienne's thin arms, pulling him away from the wall. He screamed again, struggling against them with all the strength he had left, but it was no use.

The bodyguard slid Etienne over his shoulders. Etienne's screams echoed through the room, raw and desperate, as he kicked and cried. "No! Let me go!"

The boy's legs swung helplessly, his pale skin glistening with sweat, and tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. Every sob seemed to push him further from hope, leaving him struggling to breathe. Poor doll.

As they moved, Etienne's stuffed bunny slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor. "No! My bunny!" he screamed.

"Shut the hell up," the bodyguard snapped, tightening his grip.

"Take him to the car," he ordered. He stepped forward, his shoe pressing down on the plush bunny that had fallen to the floor. The soft fabric squeezed beneath his shoe, a reminder of Etienne's childhood innocence, now crushed under his shoe. "Such a shame," he said, glancing down at the ruined toy.

"Looks like your little friend won't be joining you. It's time for you to grow up, little rabbit."

"PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE, MISTER!" Etienne screamed as the cold air hit him, and he was shoved into the black SUV.

He landed on the cold leather seats with a thud, his small frame trembling as he tried to pull himself up, but his legs were too weak. His breath came in sharp gasps as the door slammed shut behind him.

"Let me go..." Etienne whimpered as he curled up on the leather seat, knees pulled tightly to his chest. His wide, tear-filled eyes staring out the window as his mind wandered back to the stuffed bunny, abandoned like him.

The boss stepped out of the house, his inked hand rested casually in the pocket of his black suit. His pale skin stood in sharp contrast to the cold, gloomy weather that swirled around him, the wind of Russia cold and sharp.

His icy blue eyes flickered with amusement, as if the chaos inside the house had been nothing more than a brief entertainment. The cut on his lips curled into a smirk as he observed the scene in front of him.

He turned slightly, addressing his men. "Is the mess cleaned up?" he asked, his tone dripping with impatience.

"Yes, boss," one of the bodyguards replied. "We've handled the cleanup. We are about to dispose of Vladimir's body-get rid of it somewhere quiet."

The boss lit his cigarette as he took a slow drag, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. His icy blue eyes gleamed with sinister thoughts. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his tongue as he spoke, "Don't dump him just yet," he said through the smoke. "Still need the dead body for some reason. Keep him at the base for now. I'll deal with it later."